Life's Little Mysteries
A fic by Jenna
Rating: M for mature content, smut and bad language. You have been warned!
Disclaimer: I own none of TVD characters. They belong to the CW and LJ Smith
Okay, this is a little short 3 part fic based on epi 16 from season 4
This is how I would have liked to see this scene go. There will be a blend of cannon and then I will incorporate my own non-cannon scenes.
Hye I wanted to tell everyone thank you so much for all your support for my fics…It really means a lot, especially with what I have been going through. You are all the best.
Jen
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The Woods outside Mystic falls:
The sounds of fighting could be heard loud and clear to any vampire within a mile radius. Elena's taunting voice telling Caroline "She fought like a girl."
Damon and Stefan made it to the spot where they could actually see the cat-fight going down. It was a pretty even match until Elena pulled a move Damon had taught her himself and had Caroline defenseless to her attack.
'They weren't going to make it in time', was Damon's thought as Elena maneuvered herself behind Caroline and grabbed a tree branch ready to make herself a cheerleader shish-ka-bob. In the nick-of-time, Stefan knocked it away and a Nano-second later, Damon grabbed Elena from behind, pulling her off her once BFF, before she could drive the make-shift stake home and end (once and for all) Blondie's after-life.
"Dammit," he growled as he wrestled her away from Caroline, "under any other circumstances, this would be a major turn-on."
"Get her out of here!" Stefan snapped.
Damon was happy to oblige; using his far-greater strength, he blurred Elena away from the scene of her latest (and greatest) shocking attempt to prove just how far gone she really was…
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"How much longer am I supposed to sit here?" Elena asked; sounding bored, as Damon knelt down a few feet away and rooted through an old chest.
"Well, I'm not big on goal setting, but let's just imagine a time when you don't want to kill your best friend."
"Are you judging me?"
He glanced at her over his shoulder. "Last time I checked—that wasn't my job," he said, giving her that smirk that made a woman either want to smack him or drop their panties for him.
She got up from the bed and took a step towards him. "It could've been, but you pushed me away," she told him pointedly, arching a brow. "Remember?"
Damon sighed. "Look, Elena—"
"Don't." She turned on her heel, and with her back to him said, "Every time someone starts with 'Elena…' I get some stupid lecture about how I need to feel." She turned back to face him. "I do feel, Damon. I feel amazing."
Damon winced. He was positive she believed every word coming out of her mouth-despite it being bullshit! He knew how seductive the 'off-switch' was. He should, he'd flipped it enough times! However, he also knew the switch didn't really exist, at least not like he'd thought it did for so long. Rose had once told him there wasn't really an 'off-switch'. When you shut it off, it didn't really go away. It was just a way of suppressing the emotions, shoving them down so deep, your humanity got buried underneath all that pain, until something ignited it and then it all came back. And like a match to a keg of dynamite…those emotions just exploded inside you. That was the real danger. He was afraid Elena would do something in this state that she wouldn't be able to live with, and when the switch flipped back on she'd erupt spewing up all that agony like Mt. Saint Helens when it blew.
In hindsight, Damon regretted telling her to turn it off, but at the time, it seemed the only option. She was breaking and he loved her. He couldn't watch her completely fall apart. He knew the only way she'd deal with all that pain was to distance herself from it. However, he'd also fully expected to be able to turn her back on once a bit of time had passed. What he hadn't expected was when he'd told her to turn it off he'd broken the Sire Bond. And now, when he desperately needed to pull her back from the dangerous line she was walking, he had no leverage, because it was the feelings she had for him that formed the bond in the first place.
No humanity—no feelings; only an Elena who was completely and utterly off the rails—a killer just waiting for the right victim.
"You don't want to be like this," he told her. "Trust me when I tell you…flipping the switch isn't all it's cracked up to be."
Elena didn't understand why everyone kept harping on her to 'feel'. She didn't want to. Having no emotions or remorse was a liberating experience. She was sick and tired of always taking the safest course of action, because everyone expected her to be 'good-girl-Elena' and heaven forbid she did something to disappoint anyone. Where had that gotten her? Dead—twice! And despite trying to do the right thing and take the 'safe' route, she'd still been the cause of death for each and every member in her family!
Not a big selling point for going back.
"Then how should I be?" Elena asked, frowning. "Should I go back to being the scared little girl who couldn't admit what she wants? Is that how you'd prefer me to go back to being?"
Damon paused. That was a loaded question if he'd ever heard one. If he said yes, was he telling her to go back to Stefan? He cringed inwardly at the mere thought of it. But, if he said no, then he was basically giving her carte blanche to become Katherine 2.0.
It was a lose/lose situation.
Instead of answering, Damon stepped up close to her, his penetrating eyes studying her face as he ran a knuckle along the side of her face. "What do you want me to say Elena? Truthfully, you're all over the place. I don't even know what it is you want anymore."
She tilted her cheek into his touch and met those magnificent methane blue eyes head on. "I think you do," she murmured. "You knew before I did."
Damon searched her face, trying to see if what he 'thought' she was saying was what she was 'actually' saying. "I don't," he told her honestly. "With you, I can't tell what's real or what's in my head—making it into something I want it to be."
"Look," Elena said, "for the longest time you wanted to be with me, but I ran from it—from you and what you made me feel. You consumed me, Damon. You made me burn for something I thought was so very wrong for me." He started to say something, but Elena put her finger over his perfect lips. "No, just listen to me." Like always, he let her touch quiet him and she ran her thumb along his lips. "And then we finally got together and it was incredible. We were happy. That one perfect night set me free and it was everything I'd ever thought it would be and then some. Do you remember how happy we were?"
Her doe brown eyes searched his and Damon could see a flicker of emotion there. Just enough to convince him that there was still enough of 'his' Elena lurking in those deep brown orbs to save her after all.
It left him breathless for a moment.
Was it possible? Could it be that her love for him real enough that 'he' might actually be the solution to bringing her humanity back. The fatalist in him told him that there was no way he would be her savior. He'd simply done too many terrible things to deserve such a gift, however, the dreamer in him was still alive and kicking.
"I remember," he said very softly, terrified if he spoke above a whisper, he might break the beautiful web she was weaving around him.
"And then Stefan and Caroline came in and tore it apart with their theory on the Sire Bond and you were scared. Scared it wasn't real. Scared I didn't really love you because of all the things you've done in your past, but I don't care about that, Damon. I've seen the worst in you and it doesn't matter anymore." She played with his collar, tugging on it. "I forgave you a long time ago, because no matter what—despite some of the terrible things you've done, you have always been there for me and protected me."
Elena cupped his cheek. "I don't need you to protect me anymore," she said to him. "I need you to want me just like I am and quit trying to fix me."
Damon's eyes widened exponentially as realization dawned. He was trying to force feed her humanity back, just like Lexi had tried to ram it down his throat 'once upon a time'. He hadn't liked it one bit when it had been done to him. As a matter of fact, he'd done a terrible thing to Lexi, just because she'd tried to force him to feel again. Damon didn't want that for Elena. Maybe, Stefan needed drastic measures, like the 'Lexi/Nazi Boot Camp Rehab Treatment' but Elena did not, and neither did he. Damon's own humanity had come back in stages, and that was only through Elena's belief in him to be a better man. It was her faith in him that had brought his emotions back, not severe detox, or some miraculous cure for vampirism. In that second, Damon realized forcing Elena to take the cure wouldn't work. It would only make her into a very angry and possibly homicidal, (or worse) suicidal human. She wasn't ready to have it all flipped back on, and for once, he was going to take a page out of St. Stefan's handbook and 'respect her decision'.
"Be honest," she was saying, bringing him out of his thoughts. "You like me better like this."
He gave her a little smile. "As long as we're being honest…" He paused and shook his head. "No, I honestly don't." Elena looked a bit surprised, but Damon went on, not giving her a chance to respond. "If this had happened last year…"He shrugged and did that eye thing of his that made her knees a little weak. "I would have been like 'Yeah, this is totally hot'." She smirked at his blunt honesty. "But…you changed me, Elena. You made me want to be a better man for you and now…I don't want to see you lost the part of you that makes you who you are."
"But what if I don't want to be that person anymore, Damon? Are you going to try and force me back into that role?"
It took him only a heartbeat to make his decision and he was sure his brother wouldn't be pleased with. "No. If this is what you really want…to stay a vampire, then I can and will respect your choice."
"Why?" she asked, lifting a brow that Damon easily recognized as suspicion.
"Because, I may not like you better like this, but I can accept you and still love you," he told her truthfully. "And if this is what you really want—to stay flipped off and off the rails…?" He shrugged. "Then you're definitely going to need me to reel you back in when you get too wild and crazy."
'Plus,' he thought to himself, 'he needed to be there for her when it all came rushing back, too.'
He wriggled his brows and Elena's lips quirked into the first real smile she'd given in days. "You're serious?" she asked. "This isn't some kind of trick to get my guard down?"
Damon had to admit that had been his first goal, but now…"No," he told her. And it was the truth. "It isn't a trick or a ploy, Elena. This is just me letting you make your own choices." He looked deeply into her eyes wanting her to see he wasn't deceiving her. "You told me once I didn't let you make your own decisions and you're right, I don't, but it's because I was always trying to keep you alive."
"And now I'm not," she said.
He gave a little shrug. "Not technically and that was also your choice…which…" he added with emphasis, "my brother has reminded me of way too many times…"
"So, you're not going to try and force me to take the cure?"
"I'm not saying I won't try and talk you into it." Elena frowned and he added, "But…if it's really not what you want, then no, I won't force you to take it."
"Thank you, Damon," Elena said hugging him.
He made a face, but hugged her back, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against his if only for a moment. "Don't thank me yet, coz I'm not sure how little bro is gonna take this so be prepared for the epic of all tantrums when he finds out."
She let him go and stepped back, her eyes sparkling with something that looked suspiciously like mischief. "Well, we can just remind him how he always liked to rub it in your face that he respects my decisions—won't we?"
"Exactly," he agreed, allowing a slow grin to tug his lips upwards. He had to admit, he did kind of liked the way 'no-humanity' Elena thought.
Stefan had let Elena die respecting her quote end quote 'decisions' surely he could respect her choice to not take the cure—right? They stood there for a moment, sharing their secret newfound bond.
"So," Damon finally asked, "what do you want to do now?"
Elena glanced over her shoulder at the bed, Damon followed her gaze and his dick hardened instantly, deciding to join the party at that point. She turned back to Damon, allowing her gaze to slowly roam over his fabulous body. She focused on his mouth and licked her lips. Damon's gut tightened—his erection throbbing and letting him know just how hot he found that habit of hers.
"What if I told you I wanted to throw you onto that bed and never let you leave?" she asked huskily.
Damon clearly remembered saying something very similar to her just a couple weeks ago, and he responded in kind. "I'd say do it," he replied, his voice an octave lower than normal too.
There was a pregnant pause as if they both waited for something to interrupt and (as usual) break the moment, except this time, nothing but silence greeted them.
"No cell phone saving the day this time," Elena quipped just before she lunged. With her newfound vampire strength, she grabbed Damon by his collar and tossed him backwards towards the bed. And just-like-that, Damon found himself flat on his back with Elena straddling his waist. She ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying about the room haphazardly and ruining yet another one of his John Vervatos dress shirts.
"That was a $300.00 shirt," he gasped as she ran her hands up and down his muscular chest and abs, eagerly reacquainting herself with his body.
"So," she replied breathlessly, leaning down to flick her tongue against his nipple. "You can afford to buy another one. I wanted it off and I wasn't in the mood to unbutton it."
He moaned as she sucked and nibbled on first one of his flat male nipples and then the other. "Patience is a virtue, Elena."
"One I don't have right now, Damon," she replied, her lips placing hot, wet kisses across his chest, while her nimble fingers traveled down his wash-board belly to his waist. She had his belt unbuckled and his pants opened in less than 2 seconds flat; popping off a few of the buttons on his jeans in her haste to get him naked.
Damon grabbed her hands when it looked like she was about to rip the pants right off him. "Hey, not that I don't find you ripping my clothes off sexy—I do, but how about we not destroy the rest of my clothes tonight. "
Elena pulled her hand from his grasp and slipped it inside the opening of his jeans to wrap her fingers around the rigid length of his shaft. She began to move it up and down, causing Damon's eyes to snap shut and a low hiss escaped his lips.
"Okay. Wait-wait…" he panted, grabbing her wrist. "New plan. Why don't I get these off…?" He motioned to his jeans. "While you…" He glanced at the red top and black pants she was still wearing. "Get rid of those, okay?"
"Good plan," Elena said and immediately she pulled the red flared tank top off and threw it over her shoulder before capturing Damon's succulent lips with hers again. She buried a hand in his silky black locks while her other snaked down his delicious abs to the opening of his jeans and again, she took hold of his erection and began to tease him into losing it and just giving her what she wanted.
Damon managed to grab her wrist. ""Now you're just playing dirty," he said his breath sawing in and out as he fought to compose himself.
Elena straddled his waist and toyed with the straps of her bra, giving him a tantalizing view of her firm, ripe breasts encased in black lace. "Maybe I just wanted to make sure you didn't decide to take the high road and leave me hanging."
Damon's eyes couldn't help but zero in on her half naked chest. She looked better than he even remembered and there was no way his raging hard on was going to let him take any road, except the one that led to the sweet nirvana that could be found buried deep inside her tight, warm body.
He licked his lips as he reached up and palmed her breasts, his thumbs flicking over the turgid peaks of her hardened nipples.
"Hello," he teased, "have you met me? Fuck the high road!" Before Elena could finish her giggle at his snappy comeback, he'd sat upright and cupped her face in his hands. "Maybe I shouldn't want you like this, but I do." Damon skipped over any and all words of love—she wouldn't appreciate them at this time. "Your gorgeous and the sex…" He wriggled his brows.
"Better than great," Elena finished for him.
"Way better," Damon agreed, letting his hands get reaquainted with her spectacular tits. He pushed the demi-cups that kept them hidden from him up and out of his way, to expose the firm mounds for his viewing pleasure. His mouth watered almost instantly. "Beautiful," he growled and leaned forward to take first one dusky nipple into his mouth, nibbling and teasing it and then the other-giving it the same treatment.
Elena panted, grinding and rolling her hips against the obvious and prominent bulge in his pants. "Oh God...More. Need more," she moaned and grabbed his face, bringing his lips back to her own, she slanted her mouth over his in a deep, wet kiss that had them both battling for dominance as their tongues collided, swirling against each other, mating as they danced the eternal dance between a man and a woman.
Elena's hands were just going down his pants again when there was a knock on Damon's bedroom door.
Both Damon and Elena froze, biting back curses at being interrupted.
"Damon, are you in there? We have a problem."
It was Stefan and Damon nearly groaned out loud. It never fucking failed! Why was it he was always getting cock-blocked by either Elena's brother or his own?!
He went to get up, but Elena pinned him to the bed and began to run her tongue along the rippling muscles of his abdomen.
Damon sucked in a deep breath, and scowled at her for encouraging what (at best) would be an awkward situation if Stefan were to find her here and at worst, it could end up with the brother's coming to blows all over again.
In a burst of strength he flipped them over and pinned her down. "Don't move," he breathed and blurred form the bed to the door.
He opened it, but used his body to block Stefan's view inside the room. "Someone had better be dying, brother. I was getting my beauty sleep—not that I need a lot mind you, but…" he teased, knowing his sarcasm would distract his brother.
Stefan took in Damon's open shirt and rumpled appearance with a frown. "Sheriff Forbes just called. There's been more blood bank thefts. It wasn't Elena and it's not us. It has to be Silas," he said.
Damon frowned. "So…what are supposed to do—Scooby Doo our way through the case of 'The Stolen Blood Supply'? We don't know anything about Silas, Stefan. Don't you think we should get more intel on Dr. Doom before we start hunting him down?"
Stefan looked stumped for a moment. "I just thought we should act on this now."
"And that's why I'm the brains of this operation," Damon quipped. "Look, I'll call Liz in the morning and see what leads she has and then we can take it from there." He started to shut the door, but Stefan had caught Elena's scent in the room and his jaw clenched when it dawned on him why Damon looked so rumpled and didn't want to let him in.
His fists clenched, but there was nothing he could do. He and Elena were not together and if she wanted to…His brain shut down at carrying on with that image. Stefan clenched his fists, struggling for control. "Fine," he bit out and spun on his heel and stalked down the hall to his room, slamming his door extra hard.
Damon sighed and shut the door. "Okay, that was a buzz-kill," he was saying as he turned around to face the room, but stopped when he found Elena laying on her bed in a provocative pose wearing only her bra and panties. "Or not…" he murmured, already rearing to go again in 0.1 second flat.
Elena rolled onto her side, stretching out on Damon's bed. "Good. He's finally gone. Now…where were we?"
TBC
**Okay—this is a three parter. I have been working on my AU/AH fic All's Fair in Love and War and sue me, but *UGH* I missed the fangs… I am trying to show Elena here as a blend of the ruthlessness they're giving us on the show, but with glimpses of the old Elena in there too. I know that last scene was a little brutal to Stefan, but in my mind…Elena is really done with him. So, with her humanity shut off, she wouldn't care.
Anyhow, the next part will be smutty with a little plot…give musie a shout out and let the greedy review whore know what you think, okay? ;) Reviews inspire the beeyatch to churn out the chappies… :)
Jen
